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| 4 | 125 | He glanced about View more quotes about himself">himself with ill-concealed terror. |
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| 4 | 122 | Suddenly there was the sound of a distant, reverberating gong, a dull but penetrating sound which carried from somewhere even into the Hall of Priest-Kings. |
| 4 | 123 | Abruptly Parp stood up, his face white. |
| 4 | 124 | "This interview," he said, "is at an end". |
| 4 | 125 | He glanced about himself with ill-concealed terror. |
| 4 | 126 | "But what of me," I asked, "your prisoner?" "My guest," insisted Parp irritably, nearly dropping his pipe. |
| 4 | 127 | He pounded it once sharply against the throne and thrust it into the wallet he wore at his side. |
| 4 | 128 | "Your guest?" I asked. |